Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.